#amab

[theeretblr]

I am holding so much gender in my hand right now

I'm not starting them just yet, there are some tests and fertility preservation things I've got to do first, but I now have Estrogen! I've been debating getting this for like 4-5 years, I may decide it's not for me after I start. I am still genderqueer/genderfluid and I still use any pronouns. I'm not taking T blockers yet either. We'll see how it goes! :)

If you are wanting to start HRT, I highly recommend Folx. I signed up with them, booked an appointment with a Doctor, and had a prescription for Estrogen within a week! Check them out: https://www.folxhealth.com/

[intersexability]

Here’s your friendly reminder that AFAB and AMAB are meaningless and obsolete terms!

[lgbtqtext]

[breedbun]

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zhongli/rex lapis x bottom m!reader

details: amab reader, humiliation, feminisation, size diff, public, anal, blowjob, self-indulgent, reader is an incubus, dubcon, rough, bondage, punishment, praise×degradation

minors dni 18+

do not repost 🚫

fanfic below vv

you don't remember when or how you got yourself in this mess, but god, you were not complaining. albeit the fact you're whining, crying and moaning like a slut in front of so many people, it's the fact you have never felt this fulfilled in your fucking life. vigorously being fucked like a dog, humiliated and bred like a bitch in heat. caus' of the blindfold over your eyes neatly going behind your ears, you can hear the very obvious chattering of people below the wooden surface you were on and even cameras clicking, flashing, all for you. you can't see anything, but you sure can hear and feel everything. the back of your thighs slapped against morax's, the squelching sound of his cum in your tight cunt as he consistently and violently kept thrusting into you. this wasn't the first time you've been fucked publicly as a punishment, you were an incubus afterall. it all started with you flirting with this oh so mighty god, wanting to earn his trust and protection.. except, you didn't realise you were just trapping yourself in his grasp— “slut, still smiling are you?" pfft, i mean, how could i not? that thick cock was addicting, just thinking about it would turn him on. but being publicly bred, and being forced an orgasm after orgasm? that would linger in your mind forever.

smack!

a loud, embarrassing moan escapes your throat with the spank, choking on sobs as you gasped for air with the soreness in your throat from his throatfucking previously making you cough. you were definitely drooling now.

his rhythm was clean, smooth, and rough. he pulls all the way out, just enough for the tip to barely be in you, leaving that empty feel inside your cheeks. don't worry though, he quickly thrusts back in at full strength, forcing your abused hole to take his full length in.

..how long was this going for? you don't even know. your wrists and shoulders are starting to hurt, hands tightly trapped in a rough rag he tied around your arms. the only reason why he didn't gag you, was because he wanted to let everyone hear what a whore you were, turned into his fucktoy for sleeping around with another mortal man who doesn't even deserve a glance of your divine, heavenly body. if it weren't for the wet blindfold around your eyes, you'd bet he'd tell you to keep your pretty eyes on him. he wraps his much bigger hand around the belt buckle, using a suffocating make-shift leash gripping tight on your throat, the leather grazing the many bite marks and hickies on your poor neck..

maybe you should sleep with even uglier mortals, he'll get more angry and take even more drastic measures.. like fucking you harder and longer.

"you better learn your lesson quick, before i fuck you to death."

clueless morax, that's exactly what you want.

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hi this is my first fanfic im tired of always fucking zhongli instead of being fucked by him, so take this not proofread shit fic i made... bye

~ `` zayel, 31/3/24 ``

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was looking for my friend in a dormitory exclusively for transmasc people. He is, in fact, amab, so I don’t know why I thought he’d be there. I eventually found him in the back-row seats of a theater where he was watching a stand-up comedian do a routine about My Little Pony.

[raccoon-queer]

y'know what? I'm gonna say it

asking if someone is afab or amab is transphobic

the only people who need to know what gender you were assigned at birth are medical professionals and potentially sexual partners. otherwise, there is literally no reason anyone needs to know your agab

"but I have trauma with amab people" "but afab people are annoying" that sounds like a you problem and does not justify asking people what's in their pants. because that is what you are doing – just with politically correct terminology

you cannot call yourself a trans ally and then ask to know what's in someone's pants. end of story

(also? some people aren't afab or amab. neither sex nor gender are binary)

[r0semultiverse]

I know a lot of trans stuff is focused on trans kids, but to all my fellow trans adults

I love you

I see you

I cherish you

It’s not too late

You aren’t too old

You’re welcome with open arms regardless of what anyone wants to say about it! 💖

[quark-nova]

I know this site will hate me for this but most AMAB enbies aren't evil incels/MRAs, and banning them from nonbinary spaces to make them "safe" is not the way to go. Like. Nuance is a thing. Banning an entire group of people based on their assigned gender at birth (or their "socialization" in more progressive terms) make you no better than transphobes.

Edit: Very relieved to see y'all agree with this! Keep up the good fight!

[transenbyconfessions]

so glad im a lesbian because every time i feel bad about my transfemme body i ask myself "would i find this ugly on another woman" and the answer is always no. lesbianism beats the disphoria and stomps on its skull for good measure

Submitted April 26, 2023

[hyperfocuscentre]

trans people do not need to pass as cis before their identity/gender is taken seriously. sure, it’s great for some to be told that they pass, as it can feel amazing to be told you are seen the way you identify but that isn’t the case for all. some may prefer to be seen more feminine/masculine (just like cis people do) and that’s okay!! they should still be respected!! it’s the same for nonbinary folk and anyone that doesn’t fit as ‘man’ or ‘woman’, they don’t have to look androgynous or the way you expect them to.

[incognitopolls]

We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.

[intersexability]

I genuinely think we need to stop using the terms AFAB and AMAB, at the very least as commonly as they are currently used. There are times when those terms are helpful, but most of the time, they really aren’t and just perpetuate unnecessary division, a false binary, and intersexism

[plaguechyld]

Just imagine: It's 1869, you and your best friend, Kibutsuji Ubuyashiki Kagaya wanted to know more about his ancestor, Kibutsuji Ubuyashiki Muzan, the man was just 19 when he was murdered in his own office. No one knows how and when he exactly died, but it couldn't be longer than a month after his 19th birthday. You and your friend were walking through the halls, it was the middle of the night, Kagaya held a candle for light. As you and Kagaya walk through the dark halls, you notice something different about Muzan's portrait, his normally dark eyes glow in the night, the glow was a bright purple. You couldn't help bit feel a wind bries against your face. You and Kagaya looked at each other before going to the kitchen. You gasp at the sight, Kagaya looked at you confused. "What's wro...?" before he could continue his question, his eyes widen. He saw his ancestor, Kibutsuji Ubuyashiki Muzan, or well, his ghost. His back was faced towards you two, his hair reached his oretty waist, and you couldn't help but blush softly. He turned around, showing his ethereal face, his beautiful soft purple eyes staring towards you two. He slowly walked closer, his heeled shoes clacking on the wooden floor, his long black hair sculpting his face so beautifuly. He spoke in the same tone as Kagaya. "Who are you?" he asked while leaning closer towards your face. You blushed as the man wrapped his arms around your neck, a smirk on his pale face as he looked at Kagaya, who was already backing away. He didn't wish to see his ancestor and best friend potentially having sex in front of him. "Good luck!" he shouted at you before running away, not wishing to be traumatized.

Oh god you are FEEDING me, mootie. But yes this is such a cool idea. I hope you don’t mind me finishing the sex scene lol

Contains: Bottom!Muzan, Top!Reader, AMAB reader, Ghost?Muzan, Some sort of AU, monster fucking, belly bulge, Physical communication, Non verbal consent (there’s still consent), Muzan being fucked in a fancy stone corridor by his descendant’s best friend.

Muzan wrapping his arms around your neck and bringing his cold and lifeless body closer to your own as Kagaya runs from the scene. Your hands find the ghost's waist, surprised that you can even hold onto him. His smirk would widen as his blood red eyes narrow in a sultry look. Your hands eventually stroke his slim waist and eliciting a soft groan from the black haired man's lips. He leaned his head into your neck, his cold breath hitting your neck. You weren't entirely sure if it was even his breath or some supernatural ability he had. He pressed the front of his body against yours and looked at you with a side glance. There was an undeniable neediness in his gaze that you easily picked up on. "Please.." Muzan mumbled into the crook of your neck, his legs shifting slightly in anticipation of your touch. A smile grew on your face as you pressed the spirit against the cold wall of the corridor, making his cheek press against the stone. His palms pressed against the smooth surface and he let out a little gasp when he felt your warm lips on the back of his neck. It had been so long since he had felt any type of warmth, having died centuries ago. He arched his back so that his stomach pressed against the wall as well. He tried to look back at you but because of his position he could barely see you. His body hitched when he felt your hand rub one of his hips, undoing his pants and slipping them down. He let out a soft groan when he felt you rubbing his hardening cock, his hips buck into the warmth instinctively and search for more of the feeling. His legs shake from the feeling of you removing his underwear and palming his cock bare. Your hand curls around the base and slowly pumps it, ripping sweet moans from the ghost's lips. His back arched further and he pawed at the stone wall helplessly. He swallowed thickly as you sped up the pace of your actions, his legs shaking more and his moans growing louder. You merely smile at how you've been able to reduce your best friend's ancestor into a whimpering mess with only a few gentle touches. Once again, the pace of your hand movements speed up, leaving Muzan aching for more, for something deeper. He let out an impatient whine, trying to tell you to speed up. He desperately wanted you deep inside him and he wanted to feel the sweet release he had been robbed of for so long. He blushes when he hears you let out a quiet chuckle at his antics.

However, you do not keep him waiting for long as you unbuckle your belt and allow your pants to pool at your feet. You tap two of your fingers against Muzan’s lips and he wordlessly opens his mouth so they can enter. He sucks on the digits, coating them with saliva quickly. He lets out little groans around your fingers when your free hand finds his hip. Your hand gives little squeezes all along the exposed skin of Muzan’s hip, eliciting a new sound for each action. Soon enough you remove your fingers from his mouth and move them down to his hole. You insert one and then another soon after. His eyes roll back from the feeling of being stretched for the first time in centuries. You work your fingers in deeper while his body welcomes the warmth, clamping down every time your move deeper. Soon enough, he lets out a little yelp of pleasure, alerting you to the place of his prostate. His legs tremble as you continuously stimulate the sensitive spot and his moans grow louder in volume and more frequent.

Before he can cum from your skilled fingers, you pull them out. He whines at the loss, temporarily dissatisfied. However he let out a tiny whimper as he felt the head of your cock pushing against him. He nodded his head quickly, pushing back on you with his hips. It had been a long time since he had taken anyone and had since grown sensitive and the stretch was no longer familiar. He gasped as you began to push in, his hands pawing at the wall again as he fought with himself on whether to try and run from the overwhelming stimulation or push back and get more. However the choice is shortly made for him as your hand holds him steady by his stomach. He whines from the feeling of being filled, his legs shaking even more from the powerful sensation.

“Please it’s too deep! I- Oh..~” He complained though he rocked his hips against you. You smiled, feeling the bulge in his stomach from you. You pressed down on the area, making him squeal in surprise and enjoyment. Soon, you started moving, your thrusts were gentle and slow at first but soon got faster, harder and deeper. You would rub his hips every time you sped up, easing him through it. His moans grew louder in volume, echoing off the walls of the empty corridor. As you thrust harder and harder into the spirit, you were met by sobbing sounds joining the mix of moaning and creating a chorus of explicit sounds that met the slightly chilly air of your surroundings. His wordless pleas grew more desperate and you could tell he was getting close to his orgasm. You were growing close too with him clamped down so tightly around you.

You let out your own quiet groans and breathy moans into Muzan’s ear, spurring him on in his desperate attempt at release. He squirmed slightly, legs barely holding his weight anymore. He practically screamed as he came, white staining the wall along with his stomach. He let out a few sobs as you fucked him through his orgasm, tears spilling down his flushed cheeks. You came shortly after, groaning while you filled him. He nearly collapsed after that, had you not caught him. You pressed a loving and gentle kiss to his temple and he could only weakly lean into the touch, looking for more comfort after such intense sensations. You lifted him into your arms and dressed him, ignoring the fact that your cum would probably get on his pants. You pull your own pants back up and then began walking down the hallway, the passed out ghost snuggling up to you.

[morsobaby]

Transfems and amab nonbinaries + genderfluids + genderqueers + people with penises who aren't men + drag Queens + Everyone who people brand as inherently evil and predatory due to their anatomy or upbringing I love you I love you so much. You deserve to be what you are, you're not a monster, you deserve support and safety I love you. T/rfs and r/dfems get fucking obliterated by lazers and stomped on

[fortheloveofpiggy]

As an intersex person, stop using the terms AMAB and AFAB to exclude and put down each other. The terms were made by intersex people as criticism against assigned sex vs gender and I find it crazy that now people want to use it to tell people they can or can’t use certain things

Like a period tip described as “a tip for AFAB” just be more specific. “a video for people who have periods” because not just AFAB people have uterus or vagina, and not all AMAB people have a penis. Stop using AMAB or AFAB to only continue the heteronormativity and gender sex stereotypes and use them how they were intended!

You can still say “I am AFAB” or “I am AMAB” but stop using the term to put people down or exclude them

Don’t say things like “only for AFAB” or “AMAB can’t be transmasc!” Stuff like this is harmful to intersex people who the terms were originally made by anyways

Thank you for listening

[r0semultiverse]

My AGAB? Whatever keeps you up nervously sweating at night.